(Note: Pictured above are my Armenian-American friends, Artur Mazmandyan and Kristina Grigoryan, and their two daughters, Nelly and Siranush. Today they will honor the memory of their Armenian countrymen who died over one hundred years ago during the Armenian genocide. The family lives in Denver.) Over the weekend, I went to see The Promise, a compelling film dramatizing the Armenian genocide. The feature film’s release was timed specifically to coincide
(Special this week to the Academic Redneck: Guest columnist and Pikes Peak Community College student Tina Bopp discusses her efforts to overcome a learning disability. Tina is enrolled in my English Composition I class this semester.) When I first started going to school, it was evident that I had a learning disability called dyslexia. Dyslexia is a group of disorders that makes it harder to interpret words and letters. However,
Many of the political disagreements I’ve had with staunch progressive friends end with their telling me I “shouldn’t watch so much Fox News.” Whatever the political topic, I can usually expect this precise dismissal. Apparently, no other explanation than, “You are wrong because… Fox News” is necessary. My other conservative friends and colleagues report similar interactions and the identical “you shouldn’t watch so much Fox News” retorts. The implication is
Last week my colleague Jerome Parent wrote a column called “Donald Trump as Tricky Dick Reincarnated” in which he argues that the two presidents share uncanny similarities. Parent predicts that Trump will “meet a similar fate” as the president brought down by the Watergate scandal. On a positive note, I am encouraged that the Trump villain comparisons appear to be moving in a more positive direction. For a while,
I was sitting in the Denver airport waiting to fly to Alabama to visit my mom in the nursing home when my “smart” phone turned dumb. More precisely, two years and one month after I bought it, my Samsung Galaxy Note 4 died of old age, leaving me scrambling to communicate with friends and family. When I finally located a pay phone (or what I thought was a pay phone.
Last August, our beloved fourteen-year-old golden retriever Midas died after a long fight with cancer. Although his death was extremely hard for us, his leaving was a little more bearable because we knew the handsome fellow above would be coming to live with us. When my husband and I found out for certain that Midas only had a few more weeks to live, we began the search for another dog.